Hobby

My stepmom says I need a hobby.

I say she can lick my balls.
Which I don't have, so that statement is kind of pointless.

The problem is I can't say to her "I do have a hobby, it's called selective alcoholism."

Selective alcoholism. Pretty much self explanatory, but I'll elaborate.
When I get pissed off I leave the state to visit my friends who are still at my college and I drink my face off.

I think that's being rather responsible as far as binge drinking goes.
There's no drunk driving involved because we walk up and down one street, and that's really the biggest issue here.
Except coming home drunk. That one is an issue. I do things like walk into walls and make loud noises.

I could probably blog interesting things, but I'm not that interesting, nor am I all that funny.
I just like to think I am.

Second job starts soon.
Yay.